But I'm starvin' my niggas, and the weight loss in my figure
Is startin' to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggas, I'm tryin' to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas
Tattooed, so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures

Since 94’ if not earlier

Listen
I don't kick it I punt it I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue's just tired from licking my fingers and counting up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tit-trr-at-tit-trt-at-tit-tit-git-dough
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even kick my rip that s*** and catch a breath

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